Oh Buddy, you want to talk about pain? ?
You must be kidding to think you have gone through anything compared to me.
Pain is way more than having everything on your shoulders while walking thorugh the pouring rain.
Not even coming close to drowning in the deep blue sea.
Pain to me is having some of the worst stuff imaginable come at you right after the other
And theres not a thing you can do about it
What is left, nothing as if there is no cover
And its there like a brand new tear in your life to add to all the others, ripped & bit
It stinks when your suffering from the hard, cold, and newly torn pain unleashed.
But you just have to let it die down and become deceased.
January 28th,2009
(Sonnet :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem